While Giles is Away...
by Red
Chapter 2
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Willow tried not to breathe. Each time she inhaled, her senses were filled with Giles smell and lusty Slayer smell and it was driving her crazy. Of course, hearing her captor wandering around the room wasn't helping. She knew the Slayer was up to something big and it scared her...in the most delicious way.
"Bad Willow," she muttered.
Slayer hearing in full swing, Buffy smiled even bigger as she grabbed a couple items from the various drawers in the room and then returned to the bed. Placing them next to her, where her lover could not see, she caressed Willow's panty-clad behind.
"Hmm, white, you know what that does to me, Will," she mused, stroking the now slightly trembling cotton covered flesh. "You look so sweet, innocent..." She gave a small pinch, eliciting a gasp from the redhead. "So virginal. But we both know that's way far from the truth, don't we, witch?"
She accentuated witch with a slap on the butt causing Willow to moan.
"In fact, neither innocent or virginal describe the dirty little thoughts dancing in that pretty head of yours while you're face down on Giles' bed now, do they?"
She went back to stroking while Willow tried not to moan.
"I'm guessing you're cute little brain is just chock full of naughty goodness, isn't it?" When she didn't answer, Buffy landed another spank. "Bad witch! Hmm, you are far worse in need of a good spanking than I thought."
She began applying her hand to Willow's backside, enough for her to feel, but not even tapping into her Slayer strength. When Willow responded with low moans and raspy grunts, Buffy smiled and spanked a bit harder, scolding as she did.
"My Willow is a bad, bad girl! Having naughty thoughts about poor Giles. I bet if he knew, he'd want to spank this adorable little bottom just as much as I do."
"Oh goddess," Willow whimpered, grinding ever so lightly into the pillows.
Her grinding didn't go unnoticed, Buffy grinning as she spanked harder.
"Bad witch!" she quipped. "Bad, bad witch!"
She landed another handful and stopped, easing down Willow's undies to admire her work.
"Ooh, my Mistress is very pretty in pink!" she cooed, caressing the warm, pink skin. "But I prefer her in red."
And with that said, she reached over, retrieved one of the items from the bed and brought it down onto her lover's backside.
"Ooh!" the redhead gasped, the sting on her behind creating a nice, burning between her thighs.
It was not Buffy's hand, of that she was sure...she was all too wonderfully familiar with her Slayer's touch. And neither had brought bags, so it couldn't be any of their things. Then what had created that delicious sting?
Buffy choked back a stream of giggles as she brought the Watcher's Diary, volume 5, back down onto Willow's bare tushy. It was pure poetic justice, spanking her sexy woman with one of Giles' books. She couldn't wait to hear the reaction when Willow found out. But first...
"Now admit it, Mistress," Buffy purred, in between spanks. "You need this spanking, don't you?"
"Pet, when we get home, your little slayer bum is going to pay," Willow said, her voice ragged from panting.
Buffy's grin grew.
"Now, now, Mistress, that's not answering my question." Spank! "I asked you if you deserve this nice, slayer spanking you're receiving. Do you?" Spank! Spank! Spank!
Willow moaned loudly, her body pressing into the pillows beneath her, desperate for contact. Buffy landed a few harder spanks, then moved to her ear.
"Ah, my little Willowy witch wants her sweet little snatch massaged, doesn't she?" she whispered, licking her lobe.
Willow growled lowly.
"Ooh, someone's all grr!" She sucked on the lobe. "What is it, my Mistress Witch? The being bound with his tie? The being face down on his bed, the smell of him all around you? His pillows being right under your..." She giggled and nipped. "Or maybe it's what I'm using to tan your yummy little ass."
She placed the book in front of Willow's eyes and the redhead moaned so loud, Buffy was sure she came. She slid a hand under her prisoner and smiled.
"Bad Willow, making Giles' pillows all gooey."
"Mistress is so very going to make her mean Pet pay," Willow hissed, an evil grin on her face.
Buffy shivered as the pool in her own panties grew.
"Tsk, tsk, Mistress," she stated, pulling herself back to the glorious task at hand. "By the time your Pet is done with you..." She paused and raised a brow at the redhead. "And that luscious little ass of yours, well, you are hardly going to be in a position to anything...except lie on your cute little tummy."
She placed a soft kiss on Willow's forehead and moved back down to the other end of the bed, leaving a very turned on Wicca to stew in her boiling juices.
"Now, where was I? Ah, yes...." Spank! Spank! "You always wanted a closer look at the Watcher's Diaries, Will," she chirped. Spank! "Well, this is about as close as you can get." Spank! Spank! Spank!
Willow moaned louder with each spank, arching up and grinding down. The mere thought of what she was grinding against made her wetter as she tried to make some sort of contact with the throbbing bundle of nerves screaming inside of her.
"Although, maybe not...maybe," Buffy mused, a wicked smile growing on her lips. "Maybe there is a way to get just a little bit closer."
Willow would have been worried, had she been able to think about anything other than the sheer heavenly sensations coursing throughout her every fiber. The woman she loved doing such wonderful things to her, on this bed with that thing...Goddess! It was overpowering!
With just a smidgen of her slayer strength, Buffy spanked another three dozen times, ensuring that, indeed, the redhead would be tummy bound for a day or two, then took the leather bound book and smoothed the binding gently over her lover's bum. Willow's moans echoed off the walls, prompting the Slayer to get a little more adventurous.
"Goddess, Buffy!" she cried, feeling the leather rub against her wet slit. "Oh goddess!"
The trembling of the redhead's body, along with the wetness flowing over the binding, encouraged Buffy that she was doing the oh so right thing, so she pressed harder, allowing the edge of the book to dip ever so slightly into Willow's heat.
"Goddess, this is so wrong...so very the wro-ohhhhh, mmmm..."
Buffy wiggled the book gently and Willow responded by arching up and pushing back.
"Naughty Mistress!" she clepped, slapping Willow's red bottom.
Wedging the book in so it wouldn't fall, Buffy grabbed the silk boxers from the bed and mover up to Willow.
"Buffy, goddess, Buffy...not the book...not there...it's so wrong..." She looked at the blonde with pleading yet lust filled eyes and Buffy bent down and kissed her, hard, demanding and taking what she wanted...her Willow.
When she finally allowed the redhead up for air, Willow panted.
"Buffy, oh goddess, you are so bad! Please...please..."
Buffy looked into her eyes and nearly came. The emeralds were smoky, hazed with desire, longing for release and begging for more. The Slayer licked her lover's lips and then took the boxers and gently put them in her mouth. Willow's eyes widened as she got a mouth full of silk and her body shook with ecstasy, as she realized what, exactly she was chewing on. She let out a, goddess, oh no, but it was muffled. Buffy raised a brow.
"What was that, Will?" she teased, running her fingers through strands of red. "You know, sweetie, it's not nice to talk with your mouth full."
The look Willow gave her sent the most delicious shivers down Buffy's spine and she kissed her forehead and returned to her task. Placing herself between the witch's legs, Buffy dipped several fingers into her wetness, careful not to move the book. Willow closed her eyes and moaned huskily, the taste of silk and more so, what the silk held when in use, forcing a muffled growl out of her mouth.
Buffy moved her fingers to Willow's bum and slipped them between her cheeks. Gently, she eased them into the redhead's well punished behind, pushing against the book, making it press against Willow's slit, as she did.
"Goddess!" came the stifled, silky cry.
Buffy smiled as she sank deeper into the redhead's tender bottom, moaning a bit herself as the witch's muscles clamped down around her fingers. Once she was in all the way, she took her free hand and caressed the red-hot flesh.
"How does it feel, Mistress?" she purred, her fingers light on Willow's backside, gentle inside it. "Being here like this...bound and gagged...your beautiful bottom in the air, your wetness dripping all over his pillow...my fingers in your yummy bum and his book nestled in your sweet snatch. Does it make you feel naughty, my Mistress? Hmm?"
She began easing her fingers out and Willow moaned deeply.
"You know what I think, witch?" she went on, easing them back in. "I think, you planned this. I think that's why you wanted us to be the ones to water his plants."
Willow's moans were sounding more and more like growls and that made Buffy wetter. She began pumping her fingers harder, yet slowly, building the pleasure as she sank in and pulled out of her lover's bum, nudging the book further into the witch's warmth.
Willow howled and nearly came off of the bed when the leather touched her clit, her back arching as her body shook. Buffy couldn't help it, seeing her beloved and feeling the squeezing of her fingers...it was too much and the Slayer began pumping harder, thrusting into the redhead with one hand, wiggling the book with the other. Willow came hard, screaming behind the silk gag, pushing back against Buffy as she climaxed, grinding down on the book.
Buffy watched, eyes wide as her lover shook with the powerful release, her slim body hungrily taking in more of the blonde's fingers and the leather bound diary.
"Oh god, Will," she breathed, feeling her own orgasm building. She hadn't even been touched, but her body was burning, raging at the sight of her redheaded goddess as she erupted in a fevered swell of untouchable frenzied bliss. "Oh Will...Will..." She continued pumping into Willow, faster and harder as her orgasm overtook her. "Oh Willow!!!!!" She cried out her beloved's name as she came and the redhead did the same, her second climax hitting as the Slayer thrust madly into her. A muffled Buffy danced in the air, their cries blending in perfect harmony, as they rode the wave of passion fulfilled.
+++++2 DAYS LATER+++++
Giles made his way up the stairs, exhausted and carrying a migraine the size of Texas. Entering his bedroom, he dropped his bags on the floor and plopped down on his bed. He closed his eyes and desperately attempted to rid his mind of the past few days.
"Bloody hell stupid idea," he grumbled. "What was I thinking, taking Spike with me?"
Although he had been more than happy to visit LA and lend his assistance to Angel and the others, spending forty eight straight hours doing research with Cordelia Chase and Spike together was just about more than he could take.
The former prom queen and the chipped vampire were like oil and water and he, as well as Angel, Wesley, Fred, Gunn and Lorne, had been trapped in the crossfire. Well, at least the others did have places to go, not that they did. They were a loyal group and the Englishman smiled at that. His smile faded, however, as flashes of Cordelia and Spike wafted back into his head.
"Bloody hell," he groaned, thankful to be back home in his bed and glad he had left in such a hurry he hadn't gotten around to making it.
He sighed deeply and turned over on his side, stretching his arm. His eyes opened as his fingers brushed against something soft and he stared at a pair of his silk boxers lying in the sheets. Furrowing a brow, he picked them up, sure that they had been in that last round of laundry he had done the day before leaving and therefore, tucked neatly away in his dresser.
As he pondered how they had ended up on his bed, he was hit with a pleasant odor and, raising a brow, brought them closer to his nose. He smiled as the scent of Chanel no.5 drifted through his nose, then suddenly frowned. Why, he thought, does my underwear smell like Willow?
Finished